Friend of the Court - Cloud Rat

There are spaces above the doors

Round tables set for four

How can I be an influence whenever you’re freed?

He stares at the kids, and he stares back at me

Hiding under coats on the bus.

zipper wheel around

The light filters pink through the clouds

A blockade of the soul.

Ten years old

Sister, I know to make it stay

Let a release of paper, but make the pain go away

A knife to the jaw.

Weapons in the cellar

Condescending teeth.

I know a hundred ways to die

You’re sore.

Knight the child.

Grace

Mail the gender back to the king.

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